Harvey sat at his desk, the disturbing news from the bank was still fresh in his mind. And yet he hadn't gotten a proper solution or even found out who was behind it.He felt a mixture of anger, confusion, and betrayal brewing inside him. How could someone steal from the company without leaving a trace? And how long had this been going on under his nose? He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together how this could have happened.After a few moments, he reached for the phone and dialed Professor Jason's number. Jason had been with him for years, he was a man he trusted implicitly. If anyone could help him get to the bottom of this, it was him. “Professor Jason, I need you in my office immediately,” Harvey said, his voice sounding cold and tense. “I’ll be right there,” Jason replied, sensing the urgency in Harvey’s tone.Within minutes, Professor Jason walked into the office, his usual calm behavior was still intact, though his brow furrowed with concern.
Harvey was still seated in his office, still thinking about what was going on and the individual who could’ve pulled this off without a trace.The whole thing really crushed his trust. And he was beginning to suspect everyone. Just a few weeks ago, they had wiped old records and kept the slate clean. So, hearing this really provoked something within him.He knew he needed to act smartly and carefully to identify the thief and understand their reasons, it wasn't like he was not paying every staff well. They all are earning well and according to their level and qualifications.One wrong move, and he could send the entire company into chaos. Harvey decided that he needed to take matters into his own hands. Trusting anyone else with the investigation seemed too risky, especially when it was clear that the thief was someone within the company. He would need to question his staff personally, but he had to be careful. Direct accusations could backfire and might lead to fear and paranoia amon
Dante sat across from Mr. Michael in a small, dark quiet café, trying to find words for what he was about to say. He knew that the news he was about to share was going to disrupt him.Michael looked anxious, his fingers tapping nervously on the table, waiting for Dante to say something. He could tell from Dante’s serious expression that something was wrong. Dante cleared his throat and leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Mr. Michael, we’ve got a problem," he began, choosing his words carefully. "Harvey’s starting to notice the missing funds." Michael’s eyes widened in shock. "What? How? I thought we were careful!" “I was," Dante assured him, though there was a hint of frustration in his voice. "But you know how it is—money doesn’t just disappear without someone eventually noticing. Harvey’s been snooping around, trying to figure out where the money is going." Michael felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He knew this day might come, but he hadn’t expected it so soon. "What doe
Harvey sat behind his massive expensive desk, drumming rhythmically with his fingers on the polished surface. The morning sun screened through the blinds, shining brightly across the room. However, Harvey was also not enjoying the morning sun; his mind was occupied with a lot of thoughts.Ever since the bank had notified him about the huge deductions from one of his company’s accounts, he had been on edge, determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. He picked up the phone and dialed it quickly. The line rang only once before it was picked up on the other end. "Dante Smith speaking.""Dante, it’s your boss," he said without wasting time. His voice was tense and urgent. "I need your help with something critical. There’s been a series of suspicious withdrawals from one of our accounts—large sums of money, gone without a trace. I need you to work with Professor Jason and find out who’s behind this." There was a brief silence on the other end before Dante responded, his tone was carefu
Harvey stood close to the window, his face etched with frustration as he ran a hand through his hair. He had spent countless hours poring over documents, searching for clues, and following up on leads, but nothing seemed to add up. The thief was still among them, siphoning money from his company, and every day that passed was another day of losses. Today, his sister had dropped by to check on him. Since this whole thing started I had been trying my best not to get her to worry too much but then, I can't just help it."Any luck yet?" Nadia asked, leaning against the doorway. Harvey sighed, shaking his head. "No, Nadia. Nothing. We've gone through everything, every account, every transaction, and it’s like this person knows exactly what they’re doing. It's frustrating."Nadia walked over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You’ll figure it out, Harvey. You always do." Harvey was about to respond when his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was P
Harvey was still lost in thought, The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fit together, but the picture they formed was one he couldn’t quite believe. The more he thought about what Danta had done, the more a nagging doubt crept into his mind. He couldn’t understand why Danta could do such a thing to him, someone he trusted.That morning, he had asked his private investigator, Marcus Lang, to look into Dante Smith’s background. He wanted to know more about him. It wasn’t the first time Harvey had employed Marcus’s services, but this time it was the first he was invading the privacy of someone he trusted.This will also help him to know if he did it on his own or if someone pushed him into doing it. He wanted to be very much before acting. He truly felt betrayed. The thought was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had to get to the truth and the clear picture, no matter how painful it might be.The phone on his desk buzzed, pulling Harvey out of his thoughts. He picked it up, ex
What upsets Harvey the most is the fact that Dante Smith had always prided himself on being the smartest person in the room. Well, he had proved himself as the smartest though. embezzling funds from his company, with confidence and boldness.“Didn't he think that he would be caught?But recently, Harvey couldn't take it any longer. His behavior had changed subtly—too subtly for anyone else to notice, but not for Dante. Harvey was not as lively as he used to be. He was now more observant and he seemed more guarded in his conversations.The change was small, but to Dante, it was a glaring red flag. And that made him start to think. It was just unlike Harvey. Does he know anything? Dante thought. Could Harvey have figured it out? His fingers drummed nervously on the small coffee table in his room as he flashed back on every interaction with Harvey over the past few days. The possibility gnawed at him until he could no longer sit still. If Harvey had discovered that he was behind it, it w
Stephenson had survived the betrayal even though it really shook him to the point where he found himself not trusting anyone again.Harvey was not the type of man to dwell on the past. The moment the dust settled, he threw himself back into the work of building and expanding the Stephenson Company with new rules and direction.Day by day, Harvey immersed himself in meetings with department heads, studying all the progress reports, and supervising the new projects. To avoid mistakes and the repetition of the embezzlement that happened before.The growth and success of the company was his priority.One evening, Harvey attended a high-profile business event in downtown Manhattan. It was one of those elite gatherings where the city’s most influential businessmen and women mingled and discussed future opportunities. Harvey moved through the crowd, engaging in polite conversation, but then, his mind was always working, always considering how each connection could benefit his company.It wa